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Sunday, March 15, 2009
Happy 19th Birthday to, Chantal Simone Choo.
aka, myself.
I know most nineteen year olds would probably be still in bed nursing a massive hangover from last night's intense partying to embrace being a year nearer to getting the "key" to their own lives, and than getting up in an hr or two and start getting ready for another night of wild partying, just 'cause they can.
But not this nineteen year old. I went to bed by 2am (after downing another brownie, complete with chocolate sauce and ice cream) and was woken up at 7am by my message tone and still groggy and eyes half shut, read the sweetest message from my other half. Slept through more message alerts than my Mum cames in, gives me a hug (and I think she said smthg, but I slept through it). I didnt reply cause I dont like talking with morning breath, but finally woke up to the smell of pancakes. No doubt about it; Breakfast of the Champions.
My Mum's most irational before leaving the house 'cause she's Absolutely anal about being punctual. No, scratch that. She's absolutely anal about being, At Least, 15 mins early. So, when I yelled from my room to ask her to leave me my Visa behind, I dont think she was thinking straight when she did. You see, she confiscated it citing "Irresponsible spending", but it's safe to say that apart from it being my birthday, she couldnt bear the thought of being a second late.
What's so special bout my birthday this year is that all I've planned to do is Eat and Shop.
Like, really. I just really want to EAT.
My sixteen year old sister says I'm deprived of a wild and out-of-control adolescent ('cause I wasn't picked up by my sister drunk at Orchard) and was probably dumb-founded when I told her I didn't want to get dressed up and go clubbbing but would rather stay at home, and well, Eat.
But to each their own, and I'm excited for tomorrow's meal already.
CHANTAL, out.
xoxo
Sunday, February 22, 2009
My brother's really funny. Oh, that boy makes me laugh sometimes.
So, i've been reading... YES. I READ. (And No, smart-asses, not just magazines. Books. Novels. And yes Bryan, I can feel you smirking, WITHOUT PICTURES.)
Let's not act surpise.
So anyways, i do this thing where if I come across a word I'm not familiar (OKAY FINE. It happens often, enough) and I'll write it down and go online and check the meaning to it and try and cram the meaning into the goldfish of memory I have. And sometimes when I'm unsure of the pronounciation, I click the microphone button and the automated voice says it, and that's how I plan to expand my vocabulary.
So, I've been going at it for about 3 hours and the whole time, my brother's behind me playing some brain-cell-killing game on his PSIII and sometimes he repeats the word after the automated voice. He often says it in a tone where he's shocked that his sister 16 months his senior does not even know the mere meaning of a word so Simple. So I challenge him to explaining to me the meaning of the word, and 9 out of 10 times he gets the meaning spot on and his explaination to knowing the meaning of the word is that he's heard/seen it on WOW... What.
The first time I heard the word: Gyrating, was on Veronica Mars during the scene where she was in court and testifying against Logan's dad. See Mother, being a closet TV junkie isnt all that of a waste of time; I've learnt a thing or two. And anyways, I thought I was being really smart by asking him what this word meant and he doesn't take his eyes off his game, and continues clicking away profusely, making sure he's killing everything in his sight, sighs (the mother effer sighs!) and says: "Well. Madonna does it alot. Gyrating."
So I chose another word that sounded familiar to me did not know the exact meaning of, Legion. I looked it up online and it gave an example of the French Foreign Legion. "Do you know the French Foreign Legion?" I questioned. "... Not personally, but yes I've heard of them" He answered like I just asked him if I was fat; something Completely obvious and smthg he felt was a world-known fact. "Well. What do they do than?" I pushed on. "What. Most. Militaries. Do." He said, and took his eyes off his precious game and looked at me like I was 4 years old.
Whatever. He probably doesnt know what Gentrification, or Sangfroid or Trepidation means.
To be honest, neither do I.
Off to thefreedictionery.com I go.
Friday, February 6, 2009
I'm supposed to be doing some sort of well, Exercise. But i just had soup, so you know, I Cant. Dont wait to be throwing up my liquid dinner over the recently mopped marble floor that awaits my Mother frm her 2-week "Relaxing" skiing trip in Whistler.
So while Mother Dearest has been frolicking in the knee-high powder-fresh snow, I've been slaving away at my Job. YES. I work. Like, real serious 8 hour a day job that pays me minimum wage and contributes to my near non-existent CPF fund.
I've realised that depending on what time I manage to run (or close enough to what most people call Running, anyways) out of my house and make it onto the bus, I get to observe a different -now I dont want to use the word Species, but lack of a better word- Species of working adults. Sometimes, I'm surrounded by skinny bitches in 4-inch stilettoes and super straight hair down their back with their This Season Gucci/Louis Vuitton bag hanging off their arm, and sometimes I'm fighting for seats with Aunties with a bad perm and NTUC/Sheng Siong plastic bags.
Honestly, I prefer the latter. Me being at their weight when they're probably pregnant with twins, surrounded by them skinny bitches (most likely with good-looking boyfriends who also own This Season's Louis Vuitton man-bag) at my weight when i was 12 years old, isnt what I'd call an ego-booster in the morning. The Aunties on the other hand, however pushy when it comes to an empty seat makes me feel a little better.
OKAY. SUE ME. I get an ego boost from middle aged women with heavily traced Singaporean traits. At least I dare admit it.
Other times, it's 20-smthg year old man who are balding Wayyy too early in their life who have no sense of chivalry to offer the just freed up seat to a 19 year old girl who's trying to balance standing and not whacking the poor woman dozing off in front of her with her Motorcycle from a million seasons back.
I've been working for nearly a month now, and I gotta say, I actually Really enjoy what I do. Okay, it's nothing super-fantastic where I do super fun stuff but it Definately beats asking: "Would you like fries with that?" or EVEN WORSE, "Can I get you another size?". That is Hands Down smthg I would Never Ever go back to doing. On your feet the whole entire day and you make 0.05% on what you sell. Give me a chair to sit on and you can keep your 0.05%, thanks.
So I didnt believe it when my Mum and Dad said I'd slowly stop enjoying Chinese New Year as I grow older; I thought it was just them being bitter that it was their pockets getting emptier but it's true! Sadly. This year's record was Pathetic. I'd probably get more from my Mum if I kept attending school. Which reminds me.
Hmmmm. So many of my friends have left to go to Uni/College all over the world and this feels like such a cross-roads. I still haven't applied anywhere, just 'cause I'm embarrassed of my results, and I still don't know where I'll be in 10 months from now. In college I'm hoping. Kinda. I know for a fact my Dad will disown me if I'm not, but with the economy so bad, working for now seems like a good idea.
I miss you all the time, Dolly Doll.
Ahhhhhhhh. RENIE ]]=
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PAULIE, you heartbreaker.
My parents on me working.
This is my Dad: "Jie. Do you want to keep working a job that pays you a Pathetic thousand dollars a month (FYI, it pays More than that), or making big bucks once you've got your degree and with a Real job?"
This is my Mum: "Yeah, good. Work. Oh by the way, you're no longer getting an allowance."
My parents on the insanely high Uni fees.
This is my Dad: "Jie. Don't worry about it. Your job right now is to study and my job is to make sure I can support you."
This is my Mum: "TA! STOP BEING SO SELFISH. The economy is so bad right now, how can I possibly afford 80K a year for you? And how do I know you wont throw it all down the drain like you have the past two years?!"
I'm just grateful I'm not bipolar.
But in the role of the fillial daughter, I really wouldnt make my Mum spend so much on me when God knows putting me back in Melbourne with friends I haven't seen in more than 2 years and being over the legal age of buying alcohol, I'd probably be on a flight back to Singapore within 2 months and impregnated. No, but my Mum have asked me to think about the local private schools, and... well, I'm still thinking. Not too fond of the idea but, worse comes to worse- Beggars cant be choosers.
Btw, I totally changed topics. I was talkin about CNY.
So, the entire CHOO FAM (minus Khor, sadly) went back to Bangkok to celebrate it 'cause my Dad was sick of it being in Singapore every year, or so he says. I know what he's Really thinking: Now I wont need to give annoying 6 year olds I dont even know or not even related to my hard-earned money. HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA. I'M KIDDING. TOTALLY KIDDING. My Dad's not stingy that way. Never was, probably never will be. But since we've got a gorgeous home there now, it only made sense to spend quality family time in Bangkok during the festives.
Shopping? Not so much. Eating? ... Well. I'm surprised people haven't gotten up to offer their seats to me 'cause I could probably pass of as a pregnant teenager.
What? The goggles were for when I did laps. Or tried to.
Neways, I've got the morning shift tmr so I'm hitting the sack early!
CHANTAL, out.
xoxo
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
santa baby. jingle bell rock. have yourself a merry little christmas. deck the halls. we wish you a merry christmas. silent night. rudolph the red-nosed reindeer. and jingle bells, is what our entire family awake to every morning while my Dad&Aunty help the help prepare breakfast. or rather, lunch since it's afternoon by the time we get up.
our sad little Chrissie tree on Day Three.
it's insane; we've only got TWO! i repeat, TWO more day to Christmas and i still haven't gotten Nel&Kel and my Mummy anything so far. but... other than that, i gotta say that almost everything is falling nicely into place for our Christmas Party on the 24th.
it's so adorable how the entire family is beyond excited for it. it's been a couple of years since we've had a real proper Christmas party together as a family and 2008 being the first year we spend in our new home in Bangkok, the anticipation is
gi-normous.
almost every morning, Daddy's gone the extra mile to prepare an amazing lunch for the entire family to make sure we're all enjoying the food and our time together and yeah yeah yeah, i know. it's cliche and eye-rolling worthy, but this whole "Family Bonding" time during this time of the year is so much fun and makes going through the entire year so worthwhile.
presents are, without a doubt, the second best thing about Chrissie [[=
in the meantime, HAPPY HOLIDAYS to everyone!
more importantly, Christmas is the season to be JOLLYYYYY :D
Merry Christmas, xoxo
TRA-LA-LA-LA <3
Saturday, December 13, 2008
it's a good feeling to have Elfie lying to me with her Blankie (Yes, she's 15 and she still has a Blankie. to each their own; don't judge.) over her eyes to block out the Sun. she said she fell asleep only when the Sun came up. i wouldnt have known better; i was long gone even before i hit the sack.
Chai&I arrived in Bangkok last night and was greeted by Elfie&Cafie&AUNTS and it was amazing to see at least half the ChooFAM after a long time!
bye NewYork. we had an amazing time... probably one of the BEST Christmas present i've ever received.
it's really embarrassing to admit it but before leaving for America, i was hoping SO hard to see the cast of Gossip Girl. Whattttt?! i'll admit; i'm a huge
fuck, he's SOOOO sexyyy! ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.
but knowing my luck, during the time i arrived, they were filming in studios so i didnt see jack.
also blaming My luck, i missed the snowfall. I Know! wtf, right? but unfortunately, i did. my Mum was wayyyy more crushed than i was though. she went on about for half the day til i reminded her i have absolutely NO clue what her problem was since she's going to Whistler anyways. mothers.
i've probably watched more news the seven days i was there in NY than i have my entire life. and i dont even know how i get up Without 5 alarms before eight in the morning and making it down before ten for breakfast. i keep thinking about what it is that gets me up and i've only come to one conclusion; they have really good blueberry muffins down in the breakfast buffet so i'm guessing it's me not wanting to miss out on them. sad, but it's the truth.
apart from the map of New York City in my bag which i pull out ever so discreetly half the time, and being confused with the coins that they use in America, TV show timings absolutely confuses me.
first of all. as terrible/horrible/a total retard when it comes to map reading and a sense of directions; i havent been TOO bad during my trip. and i have figured out that a Dime is 10cents, a Quarter is 25cents (DUH!), and the little copper coins are 1cents, but what is a penny? also, is it just me or can someone tell me if the news are on repeat? 'cause it Really feels like it is! i'll be watching it, and than it'll end and the same thing will come up and i'll be like, "that looks familiar". AND! what the hell does like, 7/8 mean? like, it's on the bottom left hand corner of all the shows. i dont get it! does it mean it's showing at 7 OR 8?!
cause i dont have a loaded boyfriend/fiance or parents that print money, Unfortunately. i emptied almost all of my wallet within the first 2 days i was there and my Mum Absolutely Refused to open up hers for me. do you know what i had to go through to get a 40 out of her? Seriously. (she'll probably fly all the way here to Thailand to stab me if she read this; I'M KIDDING MOTHER! you know me; full of jokes and appreciate-ism :D no, i'm kidding. really! i'm really grateful for the trip; God knows i've waited seven bloody years for it. let's take a trip back down memory lane, shall we? i was 11 and it was between Australia and America. than OSAMA BLOODY BIN LADEN pulled a Sep11 (God bless the souls who were lost that day), and i guess the choice was clear. Oh, my Mum&I went to the Twin Towers site, and it was sad, really. it's not like i knew what it looked like before but right now it's just this fenced up huge piece of empty land. so it makes you feel, Empty? i dont know... it was sad.)
but the Mac&Cheese i had after that made me feel tons better. man, it was Good!
so anyways as i was saying. i dont have a loaded set of parents nor a loaded guy in love with me waiting to marry me so after spending practically all my money, i was told to "sight see and dont you dare cab. take the subway!" so i did as i was told; i took the subway. Several times, actually. it, wasn't as scary as i thought it would be. sure it looked like it did in Blade Trinity, and it's NOWHERE near similar to anything our MRT stations look like with the dirt-stained walls and paper MET card but it wasn't un-endurable. it actually moves quite fast, and within like, 4 mins i've arrived 20 or smthg blocks later.
i've been writing this post for like, 2 days now. the Publish Post button needs to be clicked.
HAHAHAHAH, i half-expected to see Tom Cruise walk out. or in.
i didnt realise how good Tapas was.
best $1.25 hotdog.
recession, my ass.